"Are you positive that I'll like it, piemaker?"
The moment she strode in, designer heels clicking as they went (my god, those things can be used as lethal weapons), and this tiny blond creature ordered almost everything on the menu, I knew I would like her right then and there.
And at that time both of magic fingers were hidden, those pesky things that got us into nothing but trouble (and zombie girlfriends and serial killer boyfriends), but trust me that didn't last long.
"Positive, you've eaten everything off our menu and so far loved every bite, so just trust me, okay?"
Once-upon-a-time I thought cute boys, with pretty faces and lovely smiles, would be the end of me but with this one (who's my very own brand of puppy sunshine) instead bringing me down all he does is build me up.
(never making me crumble to the lowest pits like the rest of them)
So when he takes out that goofy grin of his (the one he holds above all the others) and takes my hands in his I know that everything from him is nothing but the truth.
He knows about every lie that has been used to cut me open inside, sometimes literally, and that another one would kill me.
(with lips turned up he tells me how it is)
"I can do that, Ned; I just need to try one more thing off the menu before the day ends."
"And that would be?"
In all of my years of pie making, and never has someone eaten so much damn pie in one sitting and kept their girlish figure, no one has pushed aside a piece of pie until her.
"The piemaker, and I believe he's the best tasting of them all."
Those already familiar lips of hers, that sometimes leave a bit of sparks when they go (that's why I try to keep them there as long as I can), coated in sugar and pie crust found mine.
"I think we have our customer of the month, of the whole damn year."
All those years filled with Chuck and the lingering of death, which she found her way back to in the end, these lips had been yearning for touch but now they have all they can take.
"I better be, Ned."